Well here’s my back story
Yami Kobayashi
Name: Yami Kobayashi
Gender: F
Height: 170 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Eye Color: Brown
Glasses or Contacts: Purple contact lenses (for cosmetic purposes)
Hair Color: Blue/green dye (natural color is black)
Hair Style: Short and spiky with a side fringe
Outfit (Including Accessories or Jewelry): Tank top, cargo pants, earrings
Other Appearance Info: Prosthetic right arm (she’s a cyborg, after all…)
Tattoos in various placesBackstory: The daughter of a gang leader, Yami was raised in a world where danger lurked around every corner. At a young age, she learned to fend for herself: her mother passed away when she was 6, and her father was often occupied with business matters. She had a difficult time making friends, and quickly realized that most friendships were superficial - oftentimes her “friends” only wanted protection from Yami’s father, and nothing more. If she couldn’t promise to keep them safe, they were no longer interested in socializing.
Despite being told to stay in her room when her father was “negotiating”, as a child she often eavesdropped, paying close attention to what was said and done. She led a privileged life, but she always knew she had enemies lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike when the opportunity presented itself. And so she trained intensively, learning everything she could to defend herself with any weapons she could find. She learned how to make improvised weapons, as well as how to modify existing ones.
Her prosthetic arm is the result of a gang-related attack targeting her family. It is equipped with a set of small, retractable blades that can be used as tools - or as weapons.Miscellaneous Description(s):
Motivation:
After surviving a near-deadly attack by a rival gang, Yami decided she wanted out. She tries to keep her identity vague, lest she be recognized and hunted down. She works quietly to shut down the gangs from the shadows, hoping she can put an end to their brutal ways.
The event that caused Yami to desert her gang is something I didn’t paste in my rolecard but it’s here:
TW: mentions of violence, death, blood
On a warm summer night, Yami and her father entered a small nightclub. A regular there had accrued an impressive debt, and Yami’s father intended to collect it by any means necessary. But as they stepped inside, Yami knew something was amiss. The club was empty, with no clients in sight, but music still blared from the stereo system as if it awaited a vibrant audience. Before she could warn her father, gunshots rang out and they both scrambled for cover as they drew their guns to defend. Bullets were exchanged, men were killed, and the dance floor quickly became saturated in blood and corpses.
Surviving with only a few nicks and scratches, Yami and her father crept cautiously out from their locations, surveying the mass of bodies, and checking for any signs of life. After a few minutes, it became apparent there were no living enemies remaining, so they searched for the briefcase of cash that Yami’s father had been promised.
A noise could be heard as something was thrown across the floor, and Yami turned her head to see a hand grenade skittering toward her father. Instinctively, she tackled him to the ground and shielded him as the grenade detonated.
Her subsequent memories are a blur. She remembered a pool of blood, an infirmary bed, a strange doctor, the taste of metal, and a throbbing pain that took all of her energy to fight off. When she regained stability, she realized she had lost her right arm to the explosion, and had a military-grade prosthetic in place. She was told it could be upgraded to the latest technology available, and function as a portable communication hub.
Employing her knowledge of weapons, she was able to fine-tune her arm to house a set of short blades capable of tearing through skin. The blades conveniently double as a toolkit for simple tasks.
After the explosion, Yami chose to exile herself from the gang she belonged to. She has mostly evaded the public eye, and only ventures out where she can’t easily be recognized, by enemies or former allies alike. Her prosthetic arm draws a lot of attention, and she would rather not answer questions about it, in case she is still being hunted down by her enemies. She chooses not to keep close contact with most as a result, unless they can prove they mean no ill will.
Only problem with this is that it meant Yami was very cautious about whom she socialized with, and I realized after a couple days that the interaction thing with other characters wasn’t really working out because of both that, and my timezone, so I started just pushing her to talk to people when she could and decide for herself whether they could be trusted (leaned slightly more toward trustworthy than I originally wanted to, because I wanted to interact and not have her just withdraw into herself because it wasn’t fun)
I actually left the back story fairly open-ended without an allusion to her alignment, but I picked neutral (was thinking to play like a mercenary) and Aelin said it would be a better player alignment distribution if I picked good, so that the alignments would be balanced, so I just wrote the motivation after some minor tweaking and it worked out well enough.
